Tenchi Muyo Fan Fiction ❯ Aurora of Rainbow Fire ❯ Bending the Rules. LEMON ( Chapter 6 )

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Aurora of Rainbow Fire side story: Bending the Rules.

A Tenchi Muyo TV series lemon comedy by Nugar.
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There are some situations that no one really understands.
It's not the situation itself, rather, it is the events that led
up to that situation which defy comprehension. These phenomena
occur more frequently for those who wake up after a night of
drinking massive amounts of alcohol. Often, these situations can
be broken down into five distinct categories based upon the
person's first comment upon realizing that they are in that
situation, with a possible sixth category added later.

"Who is this ugly naked person asleep beside me?"

"What is that awful taste in my mouth?"

"Where am I and where are my clothes?"

"Why am I suspended from a streetlamp?"

And, of course, the ever popular, "How did I get rug burns
on my forehead?"

Then, if the person feels the need for the optional sixth
category, "When did I get pregnant?!" may be used.

Tenchi's particular situation did not result from the
consumption of mass quantities of alcohol. In fact, all he did
was walk through the door of his home one day after school on a
Tuesday. Nevertheless, the series of events that followed defied
all laws of physics and conservation of energy as Earth
scientists know them.

You're walking along, minding your own business, entering
your own house with a load of schoolbooks in your arms, and WHAM!
Next thing you know you're naked and chained upright on your own
bed.

Thanks to his choice of words, Tenchi's situation may be
placed under the fifth category.


"How did that happen?!"


With any luck, he would be spared the dreaded sixth
category.


"Oh, that's easy," Ryoko replied, stepping back and looking
at him. "I teleported you here as soon as you walked in the
door."

It took several moments of swallowing and deep breathing
exercises to calm himself sufficiently, and regain control.
"So," he said finally in a conversational tone of voice. "Just
how much control do you have with your abilities?"

Ryoko shrugged. "I'm not real sure. All I know is that I
can do whatever I need to." Unlike Tenchi, she was still fully
dressed, although in a baggy sweatsuit that didn't do her body
justice at all.

"Well, I'm impressed," he replied seriously. "I didn't
know you could teleport me directly out of my clothes and
directly into these chains like this." He tugged on the velvet
lined cuff around his right wrist to emphasize his point.

"Well, I did have to move your arms into position. Really
though, it was nothing." She looked apprasingly at him. Then,
appearing to come to a descision, she walked over and climbed
onto the bed to straddle his bare chest.

Tenchi glanced around the room again. It was clearly one
of those days, and he was feeling quirky and humorous, so he
tried to think of a way to put her off guard. "I like what
you've done with the place. Are these new?" he asked, tugging at
the chains again.

They were both in Tenchi's room, which had been slightly
redecorated for the occasion. Dark, heavy cloth drapes had been
hung over the window, creating a sutably gloomy atmosphere, and
the bed had been stripped down to a single sheet and thin pillow.
Tenchi lay on that with his arms outstretched and his legs
shackled together at the center of the foot of the bed. Black
metal chains snaked up from undeneath the bed, presumably
attached to either the frame or some central link, and connected
to a rod spanning the distance between his wrists. From there,
red velvet-lined cuffs encircled his wrists and ankles, leaving
him unabled to move his wrists more than an inch, and that from
the slack in the three links going to the cuffs. On closer
inspection, however, despite the otherwise unmarked finish, the
cheap black paint on the links was starting to flake off where
the links rubbed each other, indicating that this was their first
session.

Ryoko smiled in amusement, then sighed melodramaticly.
"Oh, you know Ayeka. She insisted. You should be thankful,
though, those ropes chafe!" She rubbed her wrists as if they
hurt.

"Ah, so this is about Sunday," he continued, still in the
light conversational tone he had been using.

Ryoko knew better though, his heart was pounding so hard in
his chest she could feel it through her thighs. "You did skip
out, you know, and Ayeka... Ah, Oujo-sama, doesn't approve of
skipping out on punishment." Then, seeing his expression, she
softened. "It's okay, Tenchi-chan. I'm not supposed to tell you
this," she said, leaning in close and whispering into his ear.
"But she said she wasn't going to use the newspaper."

Ryoko's weight shifted as the tension left Tenchi's body,
forcing her to put one arm on each side of his head to support
her weight.

She leaned in again. "Don't worry. I think you'll like
this. She did say something about reward and punishment, and
then laughed a lot."

Tenchi opened his mouth to reply, but Ryoko promptly stuck
her tongue in.

The sensation was... Better than he rememebered. First
really good kiss of the day. Fantastic. Incredible. Tenchi was
already having the best day he'd had in a week, and the night had
barely started. Blood rushed from his head, leaving him
wonderfully dazed and flushed. The chill air on his growing
erection brought sanity back to his thoughts but did little to
cool his growing fire.

He sucked demandingly at her lips, thrusting his own tongue
against hers, straining at his bonds and bending his neck forward
to increase the intensity of the kiss. The bed creaked and the
mattress hissed as his well-toned muscles pulled as hard as they
could, gaining inches of slack as the mattress compressed under
the pressure. Try as he might though, his chains held firm,
leaving him trapped and at Ryoko's mercy.

Tenchi strained until his muscles burned in agony, yet
Ryoko would now only allow him teasing kisses, just touching his
lips with the tip of her tongue, then, when he extended his own,
she trapped it between her teeth, nipping and sucking hard.

Ryoko rode his chest as it heaved and fell, feeling her
own breath quicken and gasp as well. She pressed one hand
against the back of his head and curled her fingers in his short
black hair, pressing her mouth against his, hard. She probed his
mouth as deeply as she could, sliding her body back and rubbing
her breasts against his chest.

Tenchi moaned in abject pleasure, arching his back to the
point Ryoko was actually raised off the bed. Heightened as his
senses were, he could actually feel the two spiraling trails her
hard nipples left on his chest were they rubbed through the thick
cloth.

"Ahem."

Ryoko's head snapped up and turned to the doorway even as
Tenchi squirmed and sought her anew.

Ayeka stood framed in the doorway, clad in a thin,
sleeveless white t-shirt and short purple skirt. She gave Ryoko
a meaningful look and beckoned her to come hither.

With a slightly apologetic shrug directed at the princess,
Ryoko quickly clambered down from her bucking bedpartner and
hurried thither.

"Whaaa?" inquired Tenchi, temporarily unable to speak.

"Gotta go, Tenchi-chan, sorry. You just sit tight for
right now," Ryoko called back as she followed the princess.

"Wha? Nnngh!" he protested, yanking futilely on the
chains, but the just closed door was unsympathetic to his
complaints.


****************


Hours passed.

Days.

Weeks.

Months.

Years.

Tenchi was just working up his time of anticipation to the
highly exaggerated unit 'decades' when he finally noticed that
his two lady loves were standing just inside the door, looking at
him expectantly.

And then he did a doubletake as he realized what they were
wearing.

Ryoko was first, crouched on all fours and turned to the
side so he could see her taught, well-toned profile. She wore a
thin white collar, and her wild hair was held a little neater by
a plastic band which sported fuzzy white cat ears. Her skin was
velvet smooth and looked freshly washed, and was readily visible
as her clothes were practicly non-existent. Only a few square
inches of snow leopard fur covered Ryoko's modesty, each tuft
being infused with a light dusting of fine glitter that teased
and dazzled the eye, and an extremly short, simple pleated skirt
of light blue cloth dangled around her hips, giving plenty of
peeks at the fuzzy treasure contained within. The feline effect
was heightened by the tail curled up over her shoulders, lifting
the rear of the skirt and causing it to bunch at the small of her
back, and a shiny golden bell was tied on the tip with a wide red
ribbon. The french cut two-piece bikini was politically
incorrect for no less than six different reasons, the least of
which was the material. Ryoko looked like a great hunting cat;
powerful, sensuous, graceful, yet somehow tamed and collared by
the equally powerful woman standing over her.

Ayeka stood in a picture perfect example of good posture.
No sensuous arch of the spine, no hipshot stance, no bent neck,
nothing but hard, rigid discipline from her head, tilted slightly
back haughtily, to her toes, encased in pointed, glossy black
leather boots that extended up to her knees. She wore an outfit
reminiscent of a one-piece bikini that laced up each side, only
it too was made entirely of shiny black leather and complimented
by black fishnet stockings that covered her legs. Its curves
hugged and accentuated her hips and breasts, making them stand
out all the more and demand attention, and the strip between her
legs was so tight it did little to conceal and actually made the
soft flesh bulge outwards around it from the pressure. On her
hands were elbow-length black gauntlets, stiff and new and
slightly resistant to being curled around her whip as her right
hand was currently doing. The whip itself grabbed the eye as
well; purple leather from the handle, past the large, bright red
bow, to the sinuous braids that coiled in three loose circles
from her extended right pinky finger. Her left hand held a thin
white nylon cord which trailed down to a loop on Ryoko's collar.

Tenchi took his time studying them; in his limited
experience with women he had come to realize that there just
_might_ be a test later.

Finally, he said, "Wow. You two look great! But where did
you get those clothes?"

Ayeka smiled widely at Tenchi's bound form and made an
elaborate gesture towards the woman at her feet as she answered.
"Oh, these? Why, we've had them for some time now, but never had
the occasion to really use them as they were meant to be used. A
proper mistress should have the proper attire, and I am _always_
very proper. And little Ryoko here makes the perfect pet kitty,
don't you think?" she asked, reaching down with her leash hand
and jiggling Ryoko's tail to make the little golden bell ring.

"Mrroww," agreed Ryoko, nuzzling the side of Ayeka's
stocking clad leg.

"_Her_ furbelow isn't just some gaudy trinket," Ayeka said
lewdly, raising one eyebrow and winking suggestively.

Tenchi groaned in theatrical pain even as Ryoko glanced up
at her mistress in confusion.

"What?"

"Shhh, my pet. Don't worry about it."

Ryoko shrugged and turned back to Tenchi, then sighed in
resignation and allowed the thus-far unseen Ryo-Ohki to hop up on
her back and present herself for Tenchi's inspection.

"MiYAHhhh!" said the cabbit with a flourish, rearing up on
her back legs and spreading her forepaws wide. She was so happy
to finally be included in the games her big friends played. And
she finally had the occasion to wear the thick, agressively
spiked black leather collar Ryoko had bought for her at the mall.

Were it not for the chains and the fact he was laying on
his back, Tenchi would have facefaulted.

"Go on, Tenchi, tell her what you think," Ryoko encouraged.

"Yes, isn't she just the most domaneering little thing
you've ever seen?" Ayeka seconded, although her expression,
unseen by Ryo-Ohki, betrayed the sense of awkward embarrassment
she was feeling.

"She was feeling a bit left out and lonely lately, so I
finally gave in," Ryoko added. "Ah, I mean, she finally forced
me to submit," she corrected for the cabbit's benefit.

"Miyah."

Tenchi shrugged helplessly and somehow found his voice.
"What can I say? This is the single kinkiest, most perverted
moment of my life," he said frankly, "despite the best efforts of
my father. And I have no doubt that you are solely responsible
for it, Ryo-Ohki. Ah... Thank you." (I think,) he added
mentally.

"Miyah." Ryo-Ohki waved her paw dismissively and beamed
proudly.

(I'm going to need therapy,) Tenchi thought wonderingly,
feeling momentarily detached from the scene. (I've often
wondered, but now I know. I'm going- to need- therapy.)

Ayeka pulled her contingency plan out from behind her back.
Scooping the cabbit up in one hand, she deposited both Ryo-Ohki
and a large carrot on Tenchi's desk together. "Here, Ryo-Ohki.
I have more practice with the whip, so why don't you supervise?
I'll consult you when I need a second opinion."

"Miyah!" the cabbit agreed happily, trapping the carrot
between her forepaws. "Miyorr, miyow."

Abruptly, Ryoko snapped her fingers, then jingled her bell
a few times. "I get it!"

Both Ayeka and Tenchi turned to look at her, eyebrows
raised.

"Furbelow," Ryoko repeated patiently. At their ohs of
understanding, she continued. "That was really bad. I mean, I
already chauffeur, and soon I'm going to be driving you all
around space..."

Tenchi groaned again, this time much louder.

"Okay, let's get started, shall we? Ahem." Her expression
hardened and she turned a very angry glare at Tenchi, who's
enthusiasm wilted accordingly. "Tenchi-chan, you were _very_ bad
the other night. When your mistress says stay there and take
your punishment, you had BETTER do as she says!" she raged,
stalking forward and towering over the cowering boy, dropping
Ryoko's leash in the process. She abruptly turned and stalked
away angrily, Ryoko skittering out of her path. Ayeka calmed
herself with visible effort, pulling the whip taught between her
hands so that the leather creaked.

Tenchi hung his head in shame at his transgression, but all
the same he couldn't help but notice the skinny V of leather
pulled almost painfully taught between the cleft of Ayeka's butt.
His erection began to grow again as he thought about just what
the punishment might entail, and despite his best efforts his
mouth made a goofy, horny grin.

Ayeka suddenly whirled and snapped her whip in a complex
underhand move that sent the coils flying at him, the tip
reaching supersonic speeds as it uncurled an inch above his thigh
before cracking perfectly through the tuft of curly hair to the
right of his member.

Tenchi jumped so hard the bed bounced. His startled scream
hit the upper registers of his voice for a split second before
cutting off just as abruptly, and his wide, frightened eyes did
not miss the severed hairs that danced in the air before him.

Ayeka walked forward and stepped on the bed as she recoiled
the whip, stamping her right foot outside his thigh and placing
her left in the center of his chest. The hard sole of the boot
bit into his flesh as she placed all her weight on it, leaning
forward to look him directly in the eye. She used her left
forearm to brace against her thigh, leaving her right free to
tilt his face to a better angle with the thick bend of whip close
to the handle.

"Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear." Her voice was low and
menacing; nothing but complete and absolute obedience would be
tolerated.

Tenchi gulped and nodded franticly. "Yes, Oujo-sama!
Forgive me!" he begged, afraid of her displeasure. "I'll never
run from your punishment again!"

She smiled, baring her teeth slightly and leaving him with
the impression that there was far more in store for him. Ayeka
allowed her fingers to relax slightly, letting the coils of
leather pool on his stomach. "Run from punishment. Tsk, tsk.
Honestly, I can't imagine why you would want to do that," she
said, idly moving the whip in circles so that the rough braid
brushed against his now-straining manhood. "Punishment can be
quite the... Pleasure..." she continued, her voice deep,
throaty, and oh so sultry.

Tenchi's eyes dialated to the extreme, causing his vision
to blurr as he stared at the beautiful, hard woman above him.
Most of his attention was devoted lower, as two supple coils of
whip spiraled around and against his member. Much to his
astonishment and pleasure, it actually throbbed. Once, anyway,
as the sensation caused the muscles in his groin to spasm and
make it jerk. His attention was quickly diverted by the sound of
a jingling bell, and he looked between Ayeka's legs at Ryoko, who
was stealthly creeping forward on all four, her attention rapt as
she stared at his leather adorned genitals. His apprehension
grew as she crouched at the edge of the bed and wriggled her
behind, adding a fresh jingle, and he tried to climb the wall
behind him when she suddenly lunged at his crotch. Each hand
landed around his penis, trapping the end of the whip. He
squirmed in pleasure as she pulled the coil up the shaft to the
top and bent her head down, placeing her mouth down over the whip
until she closed in with her teeth just below the flared rim of
the head. He then gasped as she firmly dragged her moist lips
up, the warmth and slick saliva sending a continuous rush of
pleasure through him until her lips left his flesh, taking the
whip with them.

Ryoko paused and looked upwards at him, her chin about an
inch from his swollen member, which attempted to grow even larger
in the wake of the sensation.

Ayeka stared back down at her between her own legs,
pressing the hand holding the whip directly into Tenchi's face
and forcing it back into the pillow as she used that arm for
support. Her face bore a slightly irked expression.

Ryoko kneaded her hands around Tenchi's groin and staring
back in wide-eyed innocence, even as she chewed on the whip. "I
jush c'dn' help it?" she offered by way of an excuse.

Finally, Ayeka sighed, greatly put upon. "Spit it out,"
she replied in an mildly exasperated tone.

Ryoko complied in her own special way. That is, by
lowering her head between Tenchi's legs, allowing the whip to
fall the last millimeter to the sheet, and giving Tenchi's
manhood a long lick from the bottom base of the shaft to the very
end of the flared glans.

Muffled groaning accompanied it as well, as Tenchi
expressed his pleasure vocaly.

Ayeka snapped the end towards her with a jerk, binding it
into a tight bundle and sticking it under her arm as she raised
back up and stepped off Tenchi's chest to the floor. She waggled
one finger at Ryoko, shaking her head in emphasis. "Naughty,
naughty Ryoko. You know better. No touching," she said,
enuncuating the last two words with distinct clarity. "Them's
the rules.

"Aww... Mrrow? Meow? But you touched!" she accused.

"But not directly," Ayeka replied patiently. Now get down
from there and come here."

She slid sensuously off the bed as well with her leash in
her hand, pausing for a brief moment with her hands on the floor
and her knees on the bed so that her skirt fell forward around
her stomach and gave Tenchi an unobstructed view as she flicked
her tail back and forth, making the golden bell ring.

Tenchi, having raised his head again so he could see
better, obligingly stared longingly at the lovely curve.

Ryoko arched her back and turned on the charm, moving
gracefully despite the awkward posture as she rubbed against
Ayeka's knee length boots. She used her powers to float briefly,
allowing her to roll over in Ayeka's direction mid-air and curl
around to stroke against her side and back, maximizing body
contact. She continued her circle, lifting her tail to brush
through the laces on Ayeka's side, giving particular attention to
just underneath her arm where she was most ticklish.

For her part, Ayeka withstood this assault with frozen
dignity, not even flinching at the teasing of her ticklish spots,
or the sporadic jingles. The whip was bound to her waist with a
handly leather thong dangling there for that purpose, and Ryoko
was completely ignored.

Ryoko finally halted on her knees in front of Ayeka, her
left profile presented to Tenchi, who she favored with a
mischeivious grin. Then, head bowed, she stretched out both
hands and ceremoniously presented Ayeka with the end of the
leash.

Ayeka accepted it with all due pomp, slipping the white
nylon loop up her arm to the elbow where it caught in the folds
of leather, contrasting nicely with the black glove. "You are
forgiven," she said, obviously addressing both of them from the
way she looked back and forth between them. "See that you behave
yourselves in the future." So saying, she grabbed low on the
leash and tugged it to the side Ryoko was facing, gently pulling
her around.

Ryoko dutifully complied, crawling forward and twisting to
the right in accordance with Ayeka's wishes. She would have
continued but for Ayeka's hand grasping her tail.

Tenchi watched in silence, as he hadn't been told to speak.
His attention never wavered, and Ayeka rewarded him with a frank
look.

"See, Tenchi," she began, pulling up sharply on Ryoko's
tail.

Ryoko meowed in protest before resorting to speech. "Ouch,
hey, that hurts!" she complained.

Ayeka simply increased the pull, raising the tail straight
into the air in her vicelike grip.

Ryoko had little choice but to straighten her legs, using
even her toes to raise her bottom higher into the air. Her skirt
had long since been raised by her tail and had fallen forward
once more, leaving the narrow strip of fur bared in Tenchi's
direction.

Ayeka stopped at that point, holding the tail taut. "You
see?" she asked, directing the question at Tenchi. Her free hand
was used to gesture to Ryoko's rear with a florish as she bent a
little at the waist, putting her face closer to the same level.

"Yes, Oujo-sama," he replied, nodding, having barely
remembered to add the appelation. Indeed, the image of Ayeka
lifting Ryoko's tail so he could have a look was one that would
stick with him a long, long time. Speaking of long, if he didn't
get some relief soon he was going to scream.

"She thought that just because I forgave her, she got away
without punishment. Now, just as I'll always forgive you no
matter how angry I get, punishment will always follow
disobedience. And Ryoko broke the rules." Here she halted and
glanced back over her shoulder. "How about it, Ryo-Ohki? Should
I do it?"

"No!" Ryoko replied, bending to one side to look backwards
at Tenchi's bound form. "Tell her not to, Tenchi! Ryo-Ohki!
Don't do this!"

Ryo-Ohki miyahed enthusiastic affirmative, still clutching
the forgotten carrot in her forepaws.

"Ready or not," Ayeka said, her voice rising as she drew
her hand back, "here it COMES!"

*WHAP*

Ayeka's hard, gloved hand impacted squarely palm first on
Ryoko's bottom, just over her nether regions. The impact stung
bare flesh and covered alike, turning the whole area red and
making the bell jingle in her grasp. A wave of sensation
traveled up Ryoko's spine and the impact jarred a burst of breath
from her lungs.

"Bad girl!" Ayeka admonished, leaving her hand on the spot.
She rubbed gently, pressing one finger into the material, forcing
it into the cleft of outer labia and drawing it back and forth.

Ryoko pressed back strongly, enjoying the feelings as Ayeka
traced the line between her cheeks.

Tenchi's eyes bugged out and a thin trickle of blood
started pouring from his nose.

Ayeka noticed right away. "Wow, Tenchi," she said. "That
almost never happens anymore. I take it you approve?" she asked,
raising one eyebrow.

"Uh ugh!" he replied urgently, if not coherently.

She smiled and giggled at some private amusment, then
turned to Ryo-Ohki. "How about it, Ryo-Ohki? Should I give her
another one?"

"Miyah! Miyah, yaah!" the cabbit replied, tossing the
carrot aside.

"I'll take that as a yes?"

"Rrrr, mi-meyow, meyah meroooOOOllll," she replied
enthusiasticly.

"You little pervert..." Ryoko growled, glaring at the
cabbit, only to gasp as Ayeka hauled roughly on her tail.

"Well, you heard her," Ayeka said, drawing back her hand.

"Oh, yes Oujo-sama," Ryoko agreed, forgetting her annoyance
at the cabbit. "I was very bad, I deserve two more at the very
least."

"Only two?" Ayeka asked.

"Or more as my mistress wishes." Ryoko nodded, stretching
her toes to the fullest in order to better present her rear.

Ayeka brought her hand to her mouth and bit the end of one
finger thoughtfully, as if tasting it for herself. Her delicate,
red tongue flicked out and touched the dark leather breifly
before she removed it. "Now my little kitten, I want you to stay
as still as possibly. Do you understand?"

"Oh, yes, Oujo-sama!"

"Nng!" Tenchi contributed, straining against his bonds with
all his might. For a moment he thought he might actually break
the thin links, but they proved to be tougher than he thought,
leaving him to pant heavily on the bed.

"Now, Tenchi-chan, you're not going to get away this time
no matter how hard you try. Why, even if you escaped me you'd
have Ryoko after you. Don't be fooled by this cute little kitten
routine, under these fuzzy nothings lie the desires of a furious
huntress. I might even let her play with you a little before
bringing you back for your just punishment."

Tenchi nodded enthusiasticly and yanked repeatedly on his
bonds. He liked that idea.

To Ryoko she said, "Remember, don't move." Then she let go
of her tail and moved to Tenchi's side. Much to her
gratification, Ryoko's tail remained rigid and erect.

Tenchi stared hungrily at the beautiful woman that had him
completely in her control, completely giving in to his desires.
Of course, they were restrained quite well by forces external to
his will. Maybe, just maybe, that was why he liked it.

He pressed his face against her hand when she caressed his
cheek, rubbing it like a cat would, or as Ryoko had earlier. Her
soft, satisfied smile lifted his heart and regions farther south;
he was happy that he pleased his mistress. Perhaps his mistress
would see fit to please him?

He didn't ask that, of course, or even really think it
consciously, but it was as plain to Ayeka as if he'd drawn an
explicit diagram. And she was pleased. His naked body was taut
in the chains, every inch filled with raging tension, but he
would do as she said. He was hers. Just as Ryoko was hers.
_Hers_. No one elses. And she would do with them as she
pleased.

Her hand lightly trailed down his chest and across his
tight stomach, only to pause at his waist.

Tenchi watched with naked interest. Gone was the shy boy
that ran from situations like this. In his place was an
altogether different person, one driven mad by lust and denial,
and fighting in vain to regain his place on top.

"Ah... I like the lines of your muscles when you strain
like this, Tenchi..." she murmured softly, tracing his abdominal
muscles.

His efforts increased, hardening his stomach into a tight,
firm wall.

"Yes, yes, strain all you wish, my love," Ayeka encouraged,
brushing his pubic hair with light, teasing strokes.

He held his breath as she came _sooo_ close, then gave a
pathetic moan of disappointment as she turned and walked back to
Ryoko. Several tears leaked from his eyes and he blinked
furiously to clear his vision.

Ayeka squeezed Ryoko's left cheek hard enough to leave
finger marks, then grabbed her tail in both hands, pulling and
pushing with her alternate hands so that she forced her clenched
fist down to the very junction where it separated from her
buttocks.

"Ow," Ryoko hissed under her breath, resolute in her
determination to suffer through it. Her discomfort remained as
the now forceful and possibly angry princess left her hand where
it was, bending her tail uncomfortably far. Without any verbal
warning whatsoever, Ayeka struck with all her might, laying the
first of several nasty slaps across the already pink skin.

"OWW! Hey!" Ryoko protested, only to bark a short, cut-off
scream as the next followed immediately after. The third sent a
wave of intense pain through her, and the fourth brought a wild
look to her eyes and a note of real fear to her voice as she
pleaded for Ayeka to stop. The fifth, the fifth wasn't the blow
Ryoko expected, but rather a grab as Ayeka jammed her fingers
beneath the material of the bikini bottom for a hold and jerked
them down her legs. While there, Ayeka grabbed her knee, using
the combination of her grip on the tail and the leg to jerk Ryoko
painfully off her feet for a moment and push her off balance,
sending her roughly to the floor.

Ryoko sprawled on her back, dazed by the impact and barely
hearing Tenchi's gasp. She looked up in time to see one black
leather knee impact the floor beside her and a shiny boot slam
the ground on the other. She stared in shock and fright as Ayeka
straddled her midsection with her right leg raised; the bottom of
the dominatrix outfit between her legs, already tight, cutting
into the soft flesh of her mound in a way that had to be
extremely painful, but Ayeka seemed not to care. Ryoko flinched
visibly as Ayeka leaned forward and jammed her hands under
Ryoko's fur covered breasts, pushing up hard and all but ripping
the bikini top off as she revealed her breasts.

Her right hand squeezed hard, pinching and squashing the
tender mound between her fingers as her left curled in the top of
Ryoko's hair and jerked her head forward so that she was face to
face with her mistress. Ayeka stared deep into the wide,
frightened eyes, feeling the other girl's hands hesitate in their
reflexive push against Ayeka's stomach. Ayeka smiled a slow,
dangerous smile, relishing Ryoko's reaction. "All mine..." she
murmered crypticly, and forced Ryoko's face in for a hard kiss.

Tenchi reacted typically, that is by slamming his head back
and forth into the bed beneath him, furious frustrated in his
attempts to join in, his Grandfather's edict long since
forgotten. If nothing else, he wished for at least a hand free
to help himself. This was pure torture!

Ryoko, beweildered by this sudden change in the otherwise
mischievious and playful princess, didn't know what to think as
the other woman's tongue forced its way past her lips and twined
with her own. Ayeka seemed to swallow her moan as Ryoko uttered
it, shivering and making sounds she'd never before made as Ayeka
let go of her breast and reached between her legs, the thick
glove adding a whole new range of sensations as the princess's
fingers wormed their way past outer labia and inner labia to
stroke the slick, dry leather through even slicker petals.

Ayeka sucked on Ryoko's tongue hard enough to hurt, biting
it hard and pulling demandingly on her pouty lips. Her palm
pushed firmly over Ryoko's mound, the middle finger curling in
and entering the feverish pirate even as the leather dragged
agonizingly across the dry, hypersensitive nub farther up. Her
kiss rose in intensity along with the motions of her hand,
leaving Ryoko shuddering and helpless beneath her. Ayeka caught
both her and Ryoko's lower lips between her teeth, biting and
chewing on both with equal abandon, delighting in the taste of
fresh blood in her mouth; whose she didn't care. But it wasn't
enough.

The pain lancing through her lip and the hard pinches and
inconsiderate probes below robbed Ryoko of both her strength and
will, yet she pushed feebly at the hard mistress above her. Her
pleading changed all the while, until she was begging for the
release she knew she didn't want from the princess.

Without apology, warning, or any other signal, Ayeka
released her pet, allowing her to thump back to the floor. Once
again, her attention turned to Tenchi.

Tenchi stared back in mute dismay, attracted to yet
powerfully frightened of the wild, unhinged look in Ayeka's eyes,
the severity of her dress, and the trickle of blood leaking from
the corner of her mouth down her chin.

"What's the matter, Tenchi?" she asked, a maniacal look in
her brown eyes. "Don't you want some, too?"

"...yes..." he squeaked, throughly dismayed by how aroused
that made him.

"What was that?"

"Yes, Oujo-sama!" he exclaimed. "Please!"

She stalked forward; so much tension to her limbs that she
appeared almost ungraceful as she climbed onto the bed and sat
roughly on his stomach.

He grunted slightly as some of the air was forced from his
lungs, but he barely noticed. All his attention was on her as
she leaned forward and bit him quite hard on the nose. Tears
sprang to his eyes, yet he strained to reach her farther. His
pectoral muscles tensed painfully as her cruel fingers dug in,
yet he begged for more. His eyes closed as she turned his head
to the side, and he moaned urgently as she bit the underside of
his jawline. Then, and only then, would she allow him a kiss,
and then only so that he might lick the salty blood from her
lips.

She sat up and rode his chest, slowly rocking her hips back
and forth on his torso. "Tenchi, Tenchi, Tenchi," she said,
looking down at him. "Whatever am I to do with you?"

"Anything you wish, Oujo-sama!" he replied in a tone of
rapturous bliss.

She laughed at that. "Yes, yes, it is good to hear you say
that. But your grandfather says differently. What do you say to
that?"

"Who?" he asked, temporarily unable to remember who she was
talking about.

She laughed again, a peal of mocking, triumphant humor.
"Good answer! You're rapidly making up for your earlier
transgression, Tenchi-chan. But, you see, that was a grave
offense. You do NOT run from your mistress no matter how angry
she is. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, Oujo-sama! I'll never run again!" he swore
fervently.

"Good. And I suppose your punishment is complete. Now, if
you had been a good boy and stayed, you might have got what you
so desperately want." One hand reached back and encircled his
member roughly, leaving no doubt about what she meant. "But
since you weren't, and since we do owe a great debt to your
family, we will honor your grandfather's rule."

Tenchi nearly broke down into tears, his hopes dashed.

"Before I say goodnight, I wish to impose my own rule on
you," she continued. "You are not to give yourself release until
I say otherwise. Only I or Ryoko have that power, and Ryoko will
not until I give her leave. Well?"

Tenchi looked frightened. "Umm..."

She frowned at him. "The correct answer is 'Yes, Oujo-
sama.'"

Frowning and slightly resentful, he replied with the
dutiful "Yes, Oujo-sama."

She softened at his expression of hurt. "Be good for just
a little longer, Tenchi. I promise, the rewards for good
behavior are great."

Still crestfallen, he nodded. Besides, if nothing else
there were his dreams. He had little doubt of what he was going
to be dreaming of tonight, and if the other night was any
indication...

Ayeka watched as his penis jumped at the thought. "Well,
then. Now that that's settled." She produced a simple key from
somewhere in her costume and unlocked all of his chains, allowing
him to rub feeling back in his hand and feet as she drug them
from under the bed and piled them neatly in a corner.

Tenchi swung his legs around and sat on the edge of the
bed, watching both the princess and the dazed pirate on the
floor.

Her tidying up complete, she paused near Ryo-Ohki and
whispered, "Well, that was fun, wasn't it? Thank you very much
for your assistance. I'm sure you'll have that little Ken-Ohki
begging at your feet in no time."

"Miyah!" exclaimed the cabbit, happy at the thought.

Ayeka giggled. "You can be his Cabbit in Fur."

"Rowl," she replied. But something still needed taking
care of. "Miyah, meyow, yow," she said distinctly, pointing at
Ryoko with her paw.

Ayeka glanced at the bruised beauty on the floor, then back
at the cabbit. "True. I'll see what I can do. Why don't you
take your carrot and run on back, I'll finish up here."'

Ryo-Ohki looked at her heretofore forgotten carrot in
surprise, almost asking how that had got there. She quickly
scampered off with it, straight through the wall behind her.

Ayeka returned to Ryoko, bending down and tugging the
bikini bottom the rest of the way off from where it had bound
around her ankles. She tucked it around the whip for
safekeeping, then simply grabbed the teal-haired woman's
shoulders and picked her up, toting her across the room with her
feet just above the floor.

Tenchi watched in dull interest as Ayeka walked over to
him, turned, and set the pirate back down, propping her more or
less upright on her own two feet.

Then, turning her head sideways to watch him out of the
corner of her eye, she reached down with her right hand and
gently prodded Ryoko's rubbery legs apart.

Ryoko gasped, awareness returning to her eyes as she felt
Ayeka's hand resume its earlier work, only this time it was more
considerate, almost businesslike as it hit all the right spots in
just the right order. Ryoko emitted a soft 'huf' and she leaned
forward, jutting out her chin and resting it on Ayeka's shoulder
as her arms loosely wrapped around the princess's own below her.
Her eyes squinched close and her mouth grimaced, bareing teeth,
but this time she was in anything but pain.

Tenchi was roused from his silent contemplation at this
display, and he stopped his half raised hand. He sighed;
apparently the torture wasn't over yet. Still, he watched
closely, not missing a detail.

Ayeka watched him over her shoulder with a grin, paying the
barest amount of attention to the girl on her arm.

Ryoko's breath came in short gasps. "Huf huf hunnngh
nnnnNG..." she cried as Ayeka stroked her clit several times, her
voice becoming a plantitive whine. Then, "ah!" as she was once
again pried open. "aAh! Huf huf huf HUF HUF OH! OHH! Oh,
god! Please!" she begged, her knees giving way and all her
weight settiling on Ayeka's arm and shoulder. Her hips bucked
repeatedly, out of her control as she dry humped Ayeka's hand.

Ayeka reguarded this with pseudo-clinical detachment, but
Tenchi did not. His mouth was dry and his eyes wide and glazed,
and his penis bobbed repeatedly from his involuntary muscle
spasms.

Ryoko cried out, a wordless expression of feeling, and
gnawed furiously on her own hand in an attempt to stifle the
sounds being ripped from her mouth.

Ayeka staggered from the force of Ryoko's movements and was
nearly borne to the ground as Ryoko clamped her legs on Ayeka's
hand and wrapped her arms around the arm, trapping it where it
was as she convulsed to the ground.

Poor Tenchi couldn't take it any longer, and he spent
himself down his thigh, nearly collapsing to the floor himself as
his vision went white.

Ayeka nearly missed it, but reguarded the result with grim
satisfaction. After Ryoko was little more than an inert, dead
weight on her arm she pried her off gently and avoided thinking
about what she had just done.

She also watched in complete astonishment as Ryoko simply
fell straight through the floor, no doubt surprising the hell out
of anyone who happened to be below, although it wasn't likely
this time of night.

Ayeka stared in mute shock at where her little plaything
had been mear seconds earlier, then glanced over at Tenchi's
insensate form. "Well, umm..." she began, mostly to herself. "I
guess... you are all dismissed?"



To be continued in part b...